Scott Jenkins is charming, smooth, full of ambition and he has plans. Plans that don’t involve being a 19-year-old builder, working long hours at his father’s construction company, hauling wheelbarrows or stacking bricks in an underpaid job. But as with most things in Scott’s world, the dreams and ambitions he has set himself never really go to plan.

When Scott’s best mate, Ethan Walker, hits rock bottom, everything changes overnight. After years of trying to figure out his purpose in life, he now knows what he has to do, and more importantly, who he has to save. Tiptoeing on the outskirts of a world filled with drugs and violence, Scott ends up walking down roads he never even knew existed. What was once a simple life, suddenly seems incredibly complicated – especially with the arrival of a forbidden love who is determined to make things even more difficult for him.

Follow Scott on his journey to Wonderland, where friendships are tested, relationships are destroyed and a dangerous woman leaves the guy who once thought he knew exactly, what he wanted, in the pits of despair.

Road to Wonderland Series book 5 (all books are standalone reads)

Author Bio:

Charlie M Matthews is a hopeless romantic, lost in her own world of fairytales and adventures. A lover of art and painting, she’d happily hang up her everyday clothes in exchange for a paint smudged shirt. In the confines of her attic room, she is able to create a world that is unlike no other. Mixing fantasy and fiction to generate a piece of work that she could lose herself in.

Charlie is a mum of three, living on the outskirts of Oxfordshire. Born and raised in Reading, she switched the bright lights and traffic jams for a quiet life in the sticks a little over 5 years ago. Between school runs and generally just being a mum, you’ll most likely find Charlie at the local hair spa. Flipping through magazines sporting the latest colour craze, or mixing colours and arranging up-do’s, sparking her creative side.

With her wild imagination and passion for reading, Charlie stumbled upon a new love.

Writing…

What started as a distraction from the crazy thing that is ‘life’, soon became all too real. She no longer dreamt, about the day her words would be published for all to see because that day was finally happening.

LJS: Slipping into the interview room with a six pack of beers and a pen in my ponytail, I hop over the back of the sofa and grin at the lovely lady thats smiling at me. I’ve been thinking long and hard about the questions I want to ask her about her and her writing, and as I hand her a beer and pull my legs up under me, I offer the neck of the bottle in a small toast.

“Hiya Charlie Bear. Absolutely brilliant to see you. You ready for the hard hitting questions?”

CMM: *What was I thinking allowing this interview to take place in this madhouse? I’d bribed the sproggs with surprise eggs and haribos on the condition they behaved. I only hope LJ is ready for this…

Slumping my back against the chair, I blow out a breath and idly run my hands over the table that is currently covered in ickle fingerprints and forgotten paint splodges.

As the dainty footsteps near, and LJ’s perdie face pops into view, I give the bin-lids a final warning glare before I throw on a dazzling smile.

I can’t help but admire the beer as she hands over a bottle and we clink in a toast like manner*

Laughing, I give her the eye “That depends.. Are you going to go easy on me?”

LJS: Grins at her cheesily. “Me? Never…Okay so that’s a lie, but we’ll see how this goes.”

Shifting in my seat I pull the pen from my hair and magic a notebook from the ether.

“Okay, let’s get started. You’re a mother to three beautiful kids, and you work, quite a bit recently, too. When do you find the time to write?”

CMM: “Honestly? It has been really tough, but as with everything in life, you have to work for it.”

“Every spare second I have, which isn’t much, I throw into writing. With Scott’s novel, I knew I had to get it done and it would never get easier. But don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed every second of it. The good and bad.” Nods and smiles.

LJS: “What would be your perfect writing conditions if you could steal a good couple of hours to put the proverbial pen to paper, where, when and how would that be?”

Watches a couple kids tear past giggling.

CMM: Chucks a few naughty treats on the rug in the hopes they’ll behave.

“The sky would be as blue as the ocean on a clear summers day. Serene and peaceful.

Not very original, huh?”

LJS: Giggles and lifts eyebrows. “I think it’s perfect. I think everyone has their own personal idea of perfect conditions and at the end of the day that’s what matters most. I can actually see you sat there quite happily with a cooler filled with beer and we’d have you there for longer.

When did you start writing? And when did the true bug bite you? Do you have anything planned beyond the wonderland series?”

CMM: “Oh, they’re would definitely be beer” Nods.

“I’ve always enjoyed writing. As a kid, I would write tons of short stories and give them to my parents on their birthdays, anniversaries, etc.. It was just something that seemed to flow naturally to me.”

“Ya know? I think they still have them in the loft somewhere” Cringing, I take a swig of beer and shake my head.

“Anyway, it seemed to fade away as I grew older. Partying and boozing it up down the local had become my life. I was a right tearaway, just ask my mum. Actually.. don’t.” Chuck’s head back on a laugh before continuing.

“It wasn’t really until I discovered Twitter that I realised how much I had missed it. Then came Wonderland..” Goes all starry eyed n stuff.

“The storylines they produced were so touching and real that it was hard not to fall in love with them. They brought me into their little world and here I am, about to release my first novel.” Squeals and claps hands.

“Do I have any plans beyond Wonderland?” Tilts bottle to lips and pauses…

“Honestly? I haven’t really thought that far ahead. Scott’s novel is so important to me and getting it right, and out there, is all I can see right now. But… I do have a love for paranormal romances. I would definitely like to try my hand at one myself. I have the whole story planned out up here,” taps head with bottle and grins. “But for now, it’s just Scott.”

LJS: “Paranormal romance and urban fantasy’s are a few of my favorite things too! It’s funny how some things can just penetrate soul deep and inspire you isn’t it? Okay,” shuffles on seat and bites lip. “Now for a question I’ve managed to avoid thus far, so I’m going to torture you with it. You’re obviously writing from a man’s perspective, and you do it very naturally and believably. How did you get into a male perspective? Where do you draw your inspiration from?”

CMM: “I agree. It’s a world full of endless possibilities. A lot like Wonderland” Does a Cheshire Cat grin and pops another bottle open.

“I absolutely adore the male species. Everything about them intrigues me. I obviously know how the female mind works so it’s easier to tell a story from that perspective. However, as a dude? I’m not so sure.” Laughs. “I’m not gonna lie and say it’s been easy. It really hasn’t, but you’re right. I do feel it has come naturally to me, in a sense, I feel like it’s the inner tomboy in me crying out to be heard.”

“On a not so serious note. There was a time last year where I happened to be writing a scene which involved a sexual act being performed. I was at a loss because I seriously had no clue how a man would feel in that situation.”

“It was a long day full of spa treatments followed by a few bottles of the bubbly kind. A meal at a nice restaurant seemed like a good idea. I was piss drunk by this stage. Wobbling around in my converse, not really knowing which way was which. Anyway..,” wafts hand. “To cut a long story short, I decided it was a great idea to ask the hot chef what it felt like to receive a blow job. Let’s just say, his cheeks weren’t pink from the hot stove he’d been slaving over all night.” Covers face with hands and groans at the memory.

“Really, if there is something that I am unsure of and need a male perspective on, I’ll ask. It doesn’t matter who. Brother, uncle, the homeless dude outside McDonalds, I do however, draw the line at asking Daddy. I don’t need to know that information!” Shivers.

“I also like to watch men. That sounds freaky right? Not in the stalker kinda way, though. Unless of course, it’s Paul Wesley. In that case I would happily stalk his fine behind.”

“Did I go off topic?” *shifty eyes*

LJS: I’m laughing along with her at this point, a little giddily actually because I know just what she means. “Okay, that being said, do you find it easier to write from a male, or female perspective?”

CMM: “That’s an easy one. Male. Definitely male. I’ve never been any good at showing my emotions. You would never be able to look at me and say, “I know exactly what you’re thinking.” I’ve always been the same. With a female it’s different, most tend to show a lot of emotions, whereas the women that are like me, aren’t so great with that. I’m not saying it’s bad thing either way, but with a dude I find it a lot easier. They’ll tell you exactly how they feel. In my experience anyway. I’m not saying there aren’t men out there like me. I’m positive there are. I just.. I don’t know. Find it easier to express the feelings I need to from a man’s pov.”

“Does that make sense, Wee? It’s hard to explain”

LJS: “It actually makes perfect sense. I think you did an amazing job at explaining it. It can be quite liberating to just say it like it is with a good couple of expletives thrown in and not being judged for it.” Grinning, I look down at the notebook and back up with a bright smile. “Ooh we’re onto the more personal part of this interview. If you could do anything in the world as an occupation, if you could join that ridiculously low percentage of people who enjoy their jobs, what would you do, and why?”

CMM: “As you know, I have recently joined a hair salon in Oxford. I am having the most amazing time learning and testing my limits that I really couldn’t see myself doing anything else. Growing up, I had always wanted to be a make-up artist and so I guess I did kinda stick to that type of profession in some way.” Smiles proudly and a big gulp.

LJS: “I never knew that! Were you scared when you started? I know a lot of women are… protective of their hair. It has to be intimidating to have a pair of scissors in your hand.”

CMM: “I was literally petrified!” Blows out a breath and sinks back in chair. “As you so quite rightly said.. Us woman are so protective of our hair. Having said that, finding ways to improve their look, whether it’s a colour change or a restyle, that feeling of satisfaction when they leave the salon on a high is the most amazing feeling. Knowing that you’ve made them feel that way gives you the warm and fuzzies. I was given my first pair of scissors a few months back and have done a fair few cuts already. I remember my first cut took me about two hours because I had a constant shake on” Laughs loudly and shakes head at memory. “I actually did my first bob the other night which was amazing. Scary. But amazing.” Beams proudly.

LJS: “That’s epic! I am so proud of you!! You took to it like a duck to water too.” Gives her an epic grin. “You’re one of the lucky ones. That’s for sure. Now a couple fun questions and I will leave you be for the evening.” winks. “Give me a couple songs that would have you dancing around in your kitchen? You know the ones that you can’t sit still with if you tried.”

CMM: “Naaaaw. Spanks muchly” Tucks hair behind ear.

“Songs? Ooh, that’s a tricky one because I love everything. Literally. EVERYTHING!!

A few off the top of my head.

California Gurls by Katy Perry. Gotta love a bit of cheeeeeeeeese.

Waiting All Night, by Rudimental. And we all know why.. *winks*

Ooh, and Church by T. Pain

LJS: “Rudimental always has me dancing.” Grins. “Okay. You’re stuck on a desert island. Shipwrecked, just because it works better in the image in my head.” Taps temple and laughs. “You managed to grab a waterproof bag and shove a couple things inside before ship went down. What do you grab?”

CMM: Clucks tongue to cheek. “That’s a trick question, right? A bottle of corona and ibuprofen, cause it only takes one bottle to get me tiddly and suffer from a two day hangover from hell” Laughs..

LJS: “Lightweight.” Snorts and grins again. “Last question. You get to sit down to dinner with a dead celebrity, or someone historically relevant but no longer with us. Who would it be, and what would be the one question you would want answered?

CMM: Henry VIII, because I’m a history freak.

The question I would have to ask is this..

Are you going to divorce me, behead me, or will I live to see another day?

LJS: “This has been amazing and I love the answer to your last question. The Tudors have always been some of the most interesting people. Can you imagine?” Laughs and polishes off the bottle I’m drinking. “You have been amazing! Thanks so much for tolerating my irrational and strange questions. I do feel like I know you better though! Do you have any last words? And not in the Henry VIII kinda way either.” Laughs.

CMM: “Bahahahahaha. I do have one question that I have been dying to know since Without Mercy came out. Do you plan on writing another?”

LJS: Grinning and tapping my nose, I can’t help the inevitable nod. “Absolutely. Their story isn’t over yet, not by a long shot. It’s just the when.”

Standing up and stretching out my legs, I grab Charlie by the chops and gives her a kiss on each and one on the nose. “Thank you so much for this. You’re awesome and I’ve had a blast! Now lets get some music on and let the dancing commence!”

“See?” I hold up the towel, staring straight into his eyes, so I can stop myself from accidentally letting my eyes wander off toward … I don’t know.

He cocks his head and smiles. “Wow, I did not expect that from you, sis.”

“I’m not your sis, Chris.” I dangle the towel in front of him. “Want this back? Say you won’t call me that again.”

Instead of admitting defeat, he takes another step in my direction, catching me off guard. “Oh, no, you can keep it. I feel perfectly fine like this. With the exception of one thing.” He takes another step, making me lean back as far as I can without giving up my space and showing him that I am actually avoiding coming into contact with him. Who knows what will happen when he touches me. Actually, I do, and it isn’t good. It’s wrong. So wrong …

“You,” he growls, and then he puts his arm around my back and pulls me in.

I can feel his length against my pants, and I hope I didn’t dream it up that I feel it growing. Holy fuck.

“Chris!” I shout.

“What? Afraid?” he muses, leaning in with a smirk to taunt me.

“Get off me.”

“You used to beg me to do the opposite,” he says, biting his lip, which sends a bolt of heat through my veins. Why does he always have to be so vexing?

“You’re just playing me,” I say, unwrapping myself from his arms.

“No, I’m not, but you are.”

“Stop with the semantics.” I throw the towel back at him. “And put this on. I’d rather not get another dick slap.”

He laughs. “Guess that makes me the winner of this little bet.”

“There’s no bet here,” I say. “No game. Just me proving that I’m fine with being your PR rep.”

“Of course, you are …”

“Hey, do you want me to do this or not?” I ask, raising a brow. He wraps the towel around his waist again, which makes it easier for me to breathe. “Hell yeah, I want you.”

Author Bio

Coco Cadence is an erotic romance writer, who loves cocky heroes and smartass heroines. She adores happy ever after’s as much as her fans do, and she will never stop writing them. In her free time she enjoys reading a good book, playing with her cute dogs, and spending quality time with her soon-to-be husband, but you can always find her drifting off into her mind to think of new stories.

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words… Well, I’ve just received two pictures, so does that mean two thousand words?

I don’t know, but I do know I can’t think of two thousand words to describe how I feel right now: two thousand expletives maybe, but not two thousand actual, structural words.

I can tell you how it feels like my heart is breaking right now. What I thought I felt a couple of days ago, the heartache and the pain, is nothing like I’m feeling right now. My legs shake, and I collapse on the sofa in my living room.

I look back down at my phone and see that dreaded first picture that no one person wants to receive. The screen blurs, and I watch as a fat teardrop falls onto the glass screen. And then another until my phone becomes soaked with my tears. A sob hitches in my throat, getting caught for a second before it flows out of my mouth like it’s a natural sound coming from my body, when in actual fact; it’s not. Laughter and sarcastic remarks are what I’m used to coming out from my mouth, but not this. Not these horrible sounds that my body seems to instinctively know.

I feel the pain start to radiate through me, my chest burns and my heart is collapsing in on itself. I can feel pins and needles start to tingle from my toes all the way up to the tips of my fingers, and I feel goosebumps form on my arms, indicating the coldness running through me.

If it weren’t for the pounding in my head, and the sound of my blood rushing in my ears, I would have said that my body had frozen. If one’s blood freezes, then it doesn’t circulate through the body and the heart fails… Well, that’s what it feels like anyway; my heart was failing.

I’d never known heartbreak before. I had seen it, numerous times through friends and family, on TV and in movies, but I had never felt it. And if this is what it feels like, I never want to be in love with someone… but it was too late. I already was, and he had broken me into pieces. Teeny-tiny pieces. I don’t think even the best surgeon in the fucking universe would be able to put me back together again- sort of like Humpty Dumpty.

And all of this is because of one man. One man that I loved- that I thought loved me!

It was fourteen words that broke me two days ago. Two pictures worth two thousand words, that completely shattered me not even two minutes ago, and it was six words that I spoke out loud right now that seemed to echo around my living room and steel my resolve to forgo men in the future…

“Fuck you, Blake Walker. Fuck you.”

Author Bio

Amy Muscat is twenty-three, a London girl, a bookaholic, and when she’s not writing or reading, you can find her pulling a pint behind the bar where she works.

Lana Washington chooses to hide. She hides from life. Hides from her abusive ex-husband. From the fact that everyone she loves eventually she loses, but when Lana’s house catches fire she is forced out of the predictable comfort her life has become.

Jake Weston had led a simple life, ever since he was called home from war for a family emergency four years ago, leaving only him and Hallie. Then one phone call throws his neatly-pieced world upside down.

Jake wasn’t supposed to be there. This wasn’t his problem. But as soon as those piercing green eyes focused in on him, he knew he was done for.

Can Jake hold onto his secret, all the while still holding onto Lana?

Will Lana be able to let go of the past and the hurt that binds her to her lonely existence?

Thrown head first into a barbaric world she knows nothing of, Braita Valorn must adapt to a dark life as a slave of the Mian society–her existence depends on it.

SINK

Danger lurks, and Braita’s lack of knowledge of the planet, Triaz, is now abundantly clear. On a mission to find her best friend, Jax, she must infiltrate the Crank Pit, a brutal complex where Mian enter, only to leave absent a heartbeat.

STOP

Braita Valorn is stuck. She has no real freedom, her existence dependent on what the men of Triaz decide. But she desperately wants it to be, and will do anything to capture it.

RISE

Judgments are made, an archaic stand within Mian laws, and Braita finds herself charged with treason. But never one to sit during a battle, she risks her last chance of release with blackmail.

SOAR

Braita Valorn is a disaster walking. One mistake after another on the planet Triaz has landed her in trouble time and again.

A: Cold Mark is a Scifi Romance story. 18-year-old Braita Valorn is thrust onto a barbaric planet. The fighting may be scorching on Triaz, but the men are even hotter. Braita’s life changes in a heartbeat, but two men ultimately claim said heart.

Q: So this is ménage story? With aliens?!

A: Yep. It’s sizzling with action—of all types.

Q: Um…do the aliens have an appropriate anatomy? *envisions a plastic Ken doll*

A: The ‘goods’ are all good. No worries. 😉

Q: Tell me a little about Braita.

A: Braita is a badass. She fights for her life. She battles for her freedom. Ultimately, she uses her own cunning to live as she wants. Even if she finds herself in sticky situations caused by her new adult age.

Q: Do these aliens she fights have special powers?

A: Yes. They’re fast. Like, blurring fast. They’re stronger than a human. They don’t mind ripping the heart right from a man’s chest. And they prefer the dark—sensitive eyes.

Q: Is Cold Mark already released?!

A: Yes. It’s available on Amazon. You can find it here: http://mybook.to/ColdMark

Author Bio

New

York Times bestseller and award-winner, Scarlett

Dawn is the author of the Forever Evermore new adult fantasy series, the Cold

: a promiscuous man who has no regard for his sexual partners or the emotional value of his relationships

Rhett Morgan couldn’t have been more wrong for me. The guy drank beer in the shower, for crying out loud. He had no prospects for the future, had slept with half the women in our beach town of Kill Devil Hills, and had no desire to change his manwhore ways.

And when Ben Turner, the guy I had loved from afar for the past four years, died and I couldn’t get over his death, I desperately needed a distraction. A distraction like Rhett. So I used him for a one-night stand. Because, after all, that’s the only thing a guy like Rhett is good for…right?

***New Adult Romance. This novel is the third book in the Kill Devil Hills series, however it can be read as a standalone. Recommended for 18+

Reviews by Tanya R, Shannon P, Lita T.:

Tanya R’s Review: 4.5 ★★★★.5You need to readKill Devil HillsandChanging Tides before you read Pulled Under.I really enjoyed this book and I read it in less than a day. Goodreads says that there are only about 131 pages so it is a fairly fast read. This is Sydney Francesca Michaels & Rhett Morgan’s story. I love that Rhett is a “man-whore”. He is even remembered in High School by some of the teachers. He is a legend in promiscuity. I think that there are many men if they could be promiscuous they would be.Sydney thought she would use Rhett and I say “what is good for the goose is good for the gander as the saying goes”. Although, it didn’t work out that way. And, the story continues from there. I can’t say more because I don’t do spoilers. I did get my HEA. Well sort of Pulled Under left off where you know there will be another book and I can’t wait to read more!I received a complimentary copy of Pulled Under by Sarah Darlington for an honest review and I give Pulled Under 4.5 stars and I am looking forward to the next book. Shannon P’s Review: ★★★★ Do you remember the guy that everyone warned you against, saying he was a man-whore and player? I think we all remember THAT guy. That’s Rhett Morgan. He’s good looking, funny, charming, oozes sex appeal, and he knows it. But let’s be honest, how many of us were able to actually resist that guy? No matter how fleeting we knew it would be, we still wanted a chance to play the game. Always hopeful to come out as the winner. Sydney is your typical good girl, but she is able to do what others girls haven’t been able to. She plays the player, and she does it well. So what happens when it’s no longer a game and real feelings are involved? Do you allow yourself to get pulled under just for the chance at the bigger win…love? Pulled Under is the next installment in the Kill Devil Hills series by Sarah Darlington. This is the story of Rhett and Sydney and the timeline runs parallel to the previous two books which I really enjoyed. I have to say that this one is my favorite in the series so far. I could relate to these two characters more, and they made me laugh at times which is always a plus for me. The chemistry between the two of them was off the charts and well written.

I give 4 stars to Pulled Under and I can’t wait to read more from Sarah Darlington.

*I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Lita T’s Review: ★★★★ Pulled Under (Kill Devil Hills, #3) by Sarah Darlington. Rhett has a reputation and not a very good one. We know Rhett from the previous books. This is his and Sydney’s story. Sydney has had a crush on Ben for years. When she was 16 she walks in on Ben in the gym having sex with his girlfriend. Devastated she finds herself being consoled by the town manhore Rhett, who makes her feel special by being her first kiss. He gives her a note that says to come back to see him when she in no longer jail bait. At 18 she seeks Rhett out after Ben’s death and funeral. Their story is told while it intersects with the last book Changing Tides. We get to see what happened from their perspective plus their own journey. A real good continuation of the story. All the regular cast of characters are mention in the book. Going back to scenes from the last book was like visiting a place you enjoyed but hadn’t been in a while. I liked both Rhett and Sydney and their journey to each other. I also liked Rhett and his journey to becoming the person he has wanted to be and to have a more fulfilling life. I was disappointed when the book ended and I look forward to the next book which I hope gives us more of Rhett and Sydney. I give their story 4 stars

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Other novels in the Kill Devil Hills Series:

#1: KILL DEVIL HILLS

Noah is determined to escape his past and keep his life under control. Then he saves the life of his best friend’s little sister, Georgina Turner — who is battling her own demons. He can’t get her out of his head, even if Georgina tears down the emotional walls he so carefully built.

Ellie Turner is a lesbian. She knows who she is, loves who she is, and couldn’t care less what the rest of the world thinks of her. Then television star Nate West comes along. All thick muscle and alpha-male testosterone. When Ellie meets him on an airplane, he ignites something inside her she never knew existed.

Sarah Darlington, a New Adult and contemporary romance author, resides in Virginia with her husband, three-year old, and one more little one on the way. Best known for her Kill Devil Hills Series, she’s also a former flight attendant, with a degree in school counseling, and harbors a huge passion for traveling. She’s especially set on visiting all 50 states.

The first sexy installment in Shelly Bell’s four-part serialized erotic thriller about a young law student who must go undercover at a sex club to prove her client is not guilty of murder.

Driven by ambition …
Third-year law student Kate Martin outran her tragic past to become an intern for her idol and secret crush, the powerful attorney Nicholas Trenton. She is thrilled when Nick assigns her to represent his best friend and client, millionaire Jaxon Deveroux … the prime suspect in his submissive wife Alyssa’s murder.

Seduced by desire …
Kate knows they have only a few days to find the real killer, and since signs point to a member of the BDSM community, she volunteers to go undercover as Jaxon’s submissive at Benediction—the private sex club where he is a member—to covertly investigate Alyssa’s last few months. For years, Kate has kept her dark fantasies a secret … but a chance to explore them with sexy, dominant Jaxon is just too tempting to pass up.

He moved behind her. His hand brushed the side of her neck, his fingers playing with one of her blond curls. “You have beautiful hair.”

Her lids fluttered shut. “Th-Thank you.”

“Have you ever been tied up? Bound during sex?”

“No,” she whispered. She couldn’t speak any louder.

His cheek’s stubble rubbed against her neck. “Never had a lover pull your hair or bite you or spank you with the back of his hand?”

Her pussy quivered, liquid desire dampening her panties. Was it possible to climax simply from listening to his voice?

“Do you fantasize about it? Tell me the truth. I’m not going to judge you. You’re always safe with me.”

Safe? She was two seconds away from forgetting she had a boyfriend. To regain control, she broke from her submissive position and turned. “Who hasn’t fantasized about it?”

He frowned. “When we are in a scene, you will refer to me as ‘Jax.’ Understood?”

The disappointment on his face sent a sharp pang in her chest. “Yes, Jax.”

He moved closer. Close enough to feel the erection hidden by his jeans. “What is Kate short for? Katherine? Kathleen?”

“Katerina,” she answered without thinking. No one in Detroit knew her as anything other than Kate since she’d legally changed it at eighteen. How had he made her forget to lie?

“Like you, beautiful and unique. When I use it, you’ll know we’re in a scene.” She nodded, unable to speak. He cradled her head in his hands. “Now tell me the truth. Do you fantasize about a man taking control over you sexually?”

The lawyer in her wanted to challenge the relevance of these questions, but like she was under his spell, she felt compelled to answer. “Yes, Jax.”

“What kind?”

Kind? Was he kidding? “I don’t understand.”

“You are an innocent, aren’t you? Clitoral, vaginal, anal, dual?”

Dual? Her pussy throbbed. She’d rub her thighs together if it wouldn’t clue him in as to how much his questions aroused her. It had been a long time since she’d been an innocent, but these questions made her feel like one. “Um . . . It’s just your average purple vibrator.” She added teasingly, “It’s shaped like a Popsicle . . . Jax.”

“I like grape Popsicles.” He licked his lips. Was he imagining its taste? Or hers? “Have you ever been handcuffed?”

A memory sparked and her chest tightened. The phantom sensation of steel pinched her wrists. She tried breathing through her nose like Nick had suggested at the police station. “Not for sexual purposes.”

“Why then?”

She tried to pull away, but his hands held her firm in his grasp. “I don’t . . . I don’t talk about that.”

Soothing her, he drifted the back of his hand over her cheek. “It’s all right. You don’t have to tell me . . . yet.”

Author Bio

A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.

She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.

Love comes easy to some. It came easy to me. Loving him was never an issue. Appreciating him was as easy as breathing. Years of living a life of what others viewed as perfection gave me the security I thought was most valuable.

My marriage to Drake is symbolic of what others fight for, yet living in the glass house of perfection is the biggest challenge of my life. Life isn’t always what it seems. People change. Everyone has demons they fight and fighting them in secret to avoid letting others down takes its toll.

Love came easy but maintaining it is a whole different game. I thought the happily ever after would be the end of the story. That wasn’t the case. There’s so much more. It’s only so long before the glass house of perfection is clouded with buried secrets.

Can we overcome this and get back to a place of true happiness, or will I always feel like I’m perfecting my acting skills to save face? Can I ever find the ending to this fairy tale life I wanted so desperately?

“So, what are we doing today?” As much as I love and want to have this conversation. There’s absolutely NO WAY I can do it with her on my lap. My cock is getting harder by the second.

“Babe, don’t take this the wrong way. I fucking love you sitting on my lap like this but it’s been a long time since your little bit of happiness has been near my boys, and if you don’t get off me, I won’t be responsible for what happens. Long showers only help so much, you know what I mean?” Her cheeks turn pink and she looks down at her lap where she’s sitting noticing my very ready cock, rising between us.

She laughs. “Oh…morning wood!” she stutters out, making fun of me. I grab her, flipping her over onto her back pinning her beneath me.

“No, not morning wood, babe. I’m not twelve. This is thirty –two year old, haven’t had my cock inside my wife in over two months wood.” I press myself onto her body showing her how hard I am and it gets her attention quickly. She blinks quickly waiting to see my next move, but I promised myself I’d let her be the one to make the first move, when she’s ready. So I know I need to get some space between us. “Now, you stay here, where you’re safe from my ravishing and I’ll be right back.”

I run off to the bathroom, closing the door to prevent myself from sneaking a peek at my near naked wife lying in bed after I pinned her, ready to fuck her into tomorrow. Shit. Get yourself together, asshole. I walk over to the sink splashing cold water on my face and take a few deep breaths while trying to think of anything else. I grab my cock and it’s still rock solid. I don’t have time to jump in the shower and jack off, so my only other solution is to go back out there and deal with it. It’s not like it won’t get hard again anyways. Seeing her lying there.

I walk back to the bedroom attempting to disguise the damn elephant in the room, while in my head I’m doing very dirty things to her. She watches me as I walk back into the room, still smiling, clearly attempting to mask her laughter. I sit on the bed, leaving a vast amount of space between us.

Author Bio

Felicia Lynn is a transplanted Florida girl, born and raised, who lives just north of Atlanta, GA with her husband, daughter and cat. She spends most of her days holed up in a cozy chair with a cup of tea and her laptop, writing about the characters that live in her head. When she’s not writing you’ll find her hanging out with her family and friends! She loves reading, taking long walks, chatting with her Facebook family, and listening to music, especially live music. A self-declared lover of all things baseball, she is obsessed with every aspect of the game!!!

I was born and raised in Wisconsin and still live here today with my two sons and puppy. (Though one day soon I hope to move to southern California!)

I’m an avid reader who gets inspired by reading the stories from my favorite authors as well as listening to various types of music. I am a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, desserts, autumn, M. Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia. Through my books, I am proudly creating new Avenged Sevenfold and Milo Ventimiglia fans one reader at a time.

“The best part of being an author, to me, is being able to take the reader to that one place they long to go when they need to escape reality. Knowing I can do that, for even one reader, makes what I do worthwhile.” ~ Anne Mercier

The minute any woman walks into my bar, I can tell two things about her: what she wants to drink, and how she likes to f*ck.

I’m Cash: bartender at the hottest bar in Atlanta. I’ve got girls lining up around the block, and they all know the rules: no strings, no promises, and no morning-after snuggling. You want brunch? Call your sister. You want the best sex of your life? Call me. Or better yet, just drop by the bar anytime.

Eve Jagger is a native of Georgia and is a true southern girl at heart. A stay at home mom to two kids, she’s married to a sexy man who doesn’t mind being used as research for those naughty scenes.

Eve cut her teeth writing in high school and college, but it wasn’t until recently that she got the itch to write a full length novel. She loves complex, emotionally-charged characters and wild, sexy leading men. Hard: A Sexy Bastard Book releases at the end of April 2015 and she can’t wait for you to meet her characters that occupy her mind 24/7! Eve loves to talk and meet people on social media, so be sure and touch base with her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/evejaggerbooks or Twitter https://twitter.com/evejwrites.